Amber Fort Palace
Next morning woke at the palace with an early morning prayer call from the mosque in the palace grounds, enjoyed cornflakes with a splashing of warm, sweet milk, nice! Cold cold shower though, blimmin freezing. Oh well, wakes you up, and it was nice and warm outside anyway. Did I mention that I loved it in Jaipur? It has character, energy, intrigue and warm people, much more interesting than smelly Delhi, although still an abundance of street pissing! Today did some touristy things. Firstly visited Amber Fort, a gorgeous fort/palace/temple set on a rocky hill surrounded by walls and ruined cities.
It was much more beautiful than I expected but oh so busy with hourdes of tourists. Enjoyed hearing about the lives of the maharaj and his many wives and getting told off by the passionate guide for lagging behind the group to take photos grrrrr. The 'hall of mirrors' in the palace was pretty cool. With a single candle you can light up the whole hall because of thousands of tiny mirrors very strategically placed, cute.
Amber Fort Palace
Took a tuktuk with Rob and Linds into Jaipur city, a thrilling experience to say the least. Firstly, the tuktuk broke
down! Just 10m from where we were picked up we ran out of petrol. Driver didn't say anything just fiddled around in the back then we chugged to the nearest petrol station.
Mrket in Jaipur city
Once it was sorted we enjoyed a roller coaster style ride to the bazaars, often within an inch away from colliding with other tuktuks, buses, cows, horns honking, cows lazily and confidently walking the roads. Jaipur is a vibrant city, full of markets and life life life. Maybe a little intimidating at first but it is just that there is so much going on. Talk about assault of the senses, loved it. Unlike the tourist-packed palaces, during our four hour walk around the city and markets we encountered only four other white people, who greeted us as if we were lifelong buddies! Every other person we saw in the street would smile and say hello, it was so welcoming. Had a real urge to chill in a cafe or bar but no such places seemed to exist. Ended up in the basement of some random hotel, in the dark, just to get a drink and 10 minutes to chill. Most enduring memory from this though will be the street children. They would come running from distance to say hello and shake our hands.
Curry number 5 was actually a tapas style selection of different dishes, then a few cheeky ones back at the palace. Beautiful day until i plugged in my iphone and the charger exploded in Lindsay's hand! I don't understand the electrical plugs in India. They seemed to be different shapes at every place we stayed. Linds had bought a three pronged one she used in South Africa that worked in some, then others fitted European style, then the flat pinned ones in others. Some fitted snugly, some loosely. I really have no idea but might have explained why I managed to blow up so many electrical applicances! Ooops..